Yeah, New Year's Eve!
Resolutions or something!
Staying up night and day!
Drinking... Drinking parties?
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Just a Thought
Hey Peeps.
So I went to New York the other day. (Turns out I'm the World's Worst Shopper. Seriously, if you planned on getting anything from me prepared to get at least a bit disappointed.)
And I'm walking down the street.
And all around me are these people, the people that make up the 8 million plus people that are living in and looking at New York at any one time.
And usually, I don't look at them. Cause really, you can't. You shouldn't. Social Taboo, or anxiety, or just regular old human nature prevents you from staring at these people. You begin to treat them as just a part of an obstacle course that fate, or society, or nature has set in front of you.
But I'm looking at them.
Looking directly at their faces.
I want to see them. I mean, who are these strangers, these pedestrians, these humans walking down the street in the opposite direction as me? Who are these people, these shoppers and striders who refuse to look me in the eye.
And the more I look at them, the more I want to know them. I want to know them as I know myself. I want to see what makes them tick, what makes them happy, and sad, and angry, and thoughtful, and disappointed. I don't want to see them as just random strangers on the street, silent and lonely and then disappearing forever.
And suddenly, they're not just to be a distraction, fleeting and forgotten.
These...strangers. They are people.
They inhabit this world, and they have the same insides as me, and breathe the same air as me, and sometimes even have the same thoughts as me. Perhaps, they're trying just as hard to me to find out about people, and look just as hard into my face, trying to find out what makes me tick.
They are real.
Just as real as you.
Just as real as me.
So I went to New York the other day. (Turns out I'm the World's Worst Shopper. Seriously, if you planned on getting anything from me prepared to get at least a bit disappointed.)
And I'm walking down the street.
And all around me are these people, the people that make up the 8 million plus people that are living in and looking at New York at any one time.
And usually, I don't look at them. Cause really, you can't. You shouldn't. Social Taboo, or anxiety, or just regular old human nature prevents you from staring at these people. You begin to treat them as just a part of an obstacle course that fate, or society, or nature has set in front of you.
But I'm looking at them.
Looking directly at their faces.
I want to see them. I mean, who are these strangers, these pedestrians, these humans walking down the street in the opposite direction as me? Who are these people, these shoppers and striders who refuse to look me in the eye.
And the more I look at them, the more I want to know them. I want to know them as I know myself. I want to see what makes them tick, what makes them happy, and sad, and angry, and thoughtful, and disappointed. I don't want to see them as just random strangers on the street, silent and lonely and then disappearing forever.
And suddenly, they're not just to be a distraction, fleeting and forgotten.
These...strangers. They are people.
They inhabit this world, and they have the same insides as me, and breathe the same air as me, and sometimes even have the same thoughts as me. Perhaps, they're trying just as hard to me to find out about people, and look just as hard into my face, trying to find out what makes me tick.
They are real.
Just as real as you.
Just as real as me.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Style-age
Dude-a-ma-bobs.
I don't have a style.
Or, at least, I don't have clothing that I particularly enjoy wearing, except for maybe four or five shirts that I wear constantly, and my favorite (not to mention only comfortable) jeans.
The rest is my clothing is stuff that I wear occasionally, that I don't really enjoy wearing, and that I don't particularly want anymore.
For example, I just recently ended my phase of buying shirts from every state. It was sort of a collection thing; some people have coins, or stamps, or movie stubs. I have shirts. Anyway, it was a very efficient way of getting new shirts and having a hobby.
But some of these shirts, I just don't want to be seen wearing. And I ended that phase, but the thing is, no new cool shirts were available to me.
So I still have to wear the shirts that I don't particularly want to wear anymore, and I don't really like that at all.
Which is kinda another reason why I wanted to go to New York this trip. Not only to get some music, but to get my own style, my own way of labeling myself the way I want to be seen now. Get a little current, get a little comfortable, and for god's sake, get rid of some of these old shirts.
I don't have a style.
Or, at least, I don't have clothing that I particularly enjoy wearing, except for maybe four or five shirts that I wear constantly, and my favorite (not to mention only comfortable) jeans.
The rest is my clothing is stuff that I wear occasionally, that I don't really enjoy wearing, and that I don't particularly want anymore.
For example, I just recently ended my phase of buying shirts from every state. It was sort of a collection thing; some people have coins, or stamps, or movie stubs. I have shirts. Anyway, it was a very efficient way of getting new shirts and having a hobby.
But some of these shirts, I just don't want to be seen wearing. And I ended that phase, but the thing is, no new cool shirts were available to me.
So I still have to wear the shirts that I don't particularly want to wear anymore, and I don't really like that at all.
Which is kinda another reason why I wanted to go to New York this trip. Not only to get some music, but to get my own style, my own way of labeling myself the way I want to be seen now. Get a little current, get a little comfortable, and for god's sake, get rid of some of these old shirts.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Christmas
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
CHRISTMAS!!
Christmas is especially awesome this year, as I am spending time with my very cute cousins, who are 7 and a half, and are exceedingly cute.
I got pretty awesome presents this year, which included a Snow Patrol CD from Mom. (Thanks Mom!)
So far this Christmas, I pretty much have hung out, played in the snow, and done some more hanging.
Pretty much Shiny all over.
CHRISTMAS!!
Christmas is especially awesome this year, as I am spending time with my very cute cousins, who are 7 and a half, and are exceedingly cute.
I got pretty awesome presents this year, which included a Snow Patrol CD from Mom. (Thanks Mom!)
So far this Christmas, I pretty much have hung out, played in the snow, and done some more hanging.
Pretty much Shiny all over.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Vacation
So this vacation I am in Connecticut and it is very fun hurray!
However, this is not the time to tell how cute they are, are talk about how lovely it is to be here, or how silly their new dog is, or how white the snow is. Nope.
Right now is the time to talk about shiny, and how it relates to awesome.
Awesome is an awesome word, right? It conveys just how extremely likable something is, how awesome it is.
But... it's time for a new word.
It's been a decade since awesome rose up to the top and stayed there. It has been the word for the aughts (00's) and should always have a place in our hearts.
But... it's time for a new word.
It's a new decade, with new opportunities, especially for language.
That is why I am proposing a number of words that should replace awesome, coming into these teen years of the new millennium.
1. Shiny.
2. Froody.
3. Cracked.
This is going to be awesome. (Wait... Dang it. This is gonna take a while.)
However, this is not the time to tell how cute they are, are talk about how lovely it is to be here, or how silly their new dog is, or how white the snow is. Nope.
Right now is the time to talk about shiny, and how it relates to awesome.
Awesome is an awesome word, right? It conveys just how extremely likable something is, how awesome it is.
But... it's time for a new word.
It's been a decade since awesome rose up to the top and stayed there. It has been the word for the aughts (00's) and should always have a place in our hearts.
But... it's time for a new word.
It's a new decade, with new opportunities, especially for language.
That is why I am proposing a number of words that should replace awesome, coming into these teen years of the new millennium.
1. Shiny.
2. Froody.
3. Cracked.
This is going to be awesome. (Wait... Dang it. This is gonna take a while.)
Monday, December 21, 2009
Avatar
Hmm... Avatar.
No, that Hmm was not me wondering what to say about Avatar.
That was me savoring the wonderfulness that is Avatar.
My God.
How to I put this?
Avatar was like finding a 50 caret nugget of gold wrapped inside a foot of pure platinum.
Avatar was like taking the cinematography from the Lord of the Ring, making it ten times more awesome, and then making a story that only enhanced the amount of work that was put into it.
Avatar was like having your craziest dream ever happen. You know, the one with the flying dragons, and the girl, and the luminescence, and the jumping? Yeah, it was that one.
Every angle, every scene, every moment that was in this film enhanced the pure pleasure that was watching it in every way.
Anything made after this, it's gonna have to jump through a lot of hoops to reach these heights.
As some guy wrote a little while ago, "We live in a post Avatar world."
I say, "Bring it."
No, that Hmm was not me wondering what to say about Avatar.
That was me savoring the wonderfulness that is Avatar.
My God.
How to I put this?
Avatar was like finding a 50 caret nugget of gold wrapped inside a foot of pure platinum.
Avatar was like taking the cinematography from the Lord of the Ring, making it ten times more awesome, and then making a story that only enhanced the amount of work that was put into it.
Avatar was like having your craziest dream ever happen. You know, the one with the flying dragons, and the girl, and the luminescence, and the jumping? Yeah, it was that one.
Every angle, every scene, every moment that was in this film enhanced the pure pleasure that was watching it in every way.
Anything made after this, it's gonna have to jump through a lot of hoops to reach these heights.
As some guy wrote a little while ago, "We live in a post Avatar world."
I say, "Bring it."
Sunday, December 20, 2009
The Past
I re-read Looking For Alaska today.
And in it, Pudge was constantly being reminded of how Alaska died, how she was no longer here, but stuck in some cold coffin, buried and maggot ridden, slowly fading away.
And yet she was, was a constant ache in his heart and gut, how she was always there, even if just to remind you that she wasn't.
And even if she was gone, even if she has past, was the past, inside, she was still there.
Still alive in her glorious, curvy, moody, unpredictable ways, inside each of those who remember her.
And she could not be forgotten, not fully, not completely. Because one would always be thinking of her now, and later, and later, and on and on and on and on and on and on.
There is no use thinking of it as the past, because you always think of it as the present.
And in it, Pudge was constantly being reminded of how Alaska died, how she was no longer here, but stuck in some cold coffin, buried and maggot ridden, slowly fading away.
And yet she was, was a constant ache in his heart and gut, how she was always there, even if just to remind you that she wasn't.
And even if she was gone, even if she has past, was the past, inside, she was still there.
Still alive in her glorious, curvy, moody, unpredictable ways, inside each of those who remember her.
And she could not be forgotten, not fully, not completely. Because one would always be thinking of her now, and later, and later, and on and on and on and on and on and on.
There is no use thinking of it as the past, because you always think of it as the present.
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